Dogwater.

Duration

3:11

Genres

Hip-Hop

Lyrics

Not even in your drama because you're minor and I'm major. Word to your mama, she's your mama because she made ya. Earth is a verse I can fit it on a page, yeah. People are strange when you're a motherfucking stranger. I step on stage and change pace, rearrange ya. Sounds strange, but life sold me a lemon, I fucking made lemonade. And I sold that shit back for more than twice what I paid. Man, I'm the prophet of profit. Good times are coming, no debating just drop it. I rock bass like space travel and I'm off in the cockpit. Turnin' my head. Never gonna turn it back. Fuck this town, On the Road like Kerouac. Cubone, bone, bone. Marrowack. You don't know know know. So take it back. DOG WATER God dammit. Feels like I got off on the wrong planet. Every time you talk it's like shh, can it. My brain is a balloon, pop. Call me doctor Zaius, I can make your balls drop. And I've already won, Cuz I've been gettin' 'er done. While you've been fuckin' around, I've been creatin' the sun, and debating the stars to gain faith in the moon, while relating to Mars. So they put me in charge of extreme examples of doing it large. And I don't bounce back, I just bounce first. No rest on bench marks, I just quench thirst. And I must be fat, cuz I must eat first. I don't do shows, I just rehearse. And I don't trip, no what it means to be first. First to leave and next in line to return. How does he do that? Return of the BOOM BAP. How does he do that?